Tag: The Wheel of The Year
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Winters Deep
(an Ode to Yule) Dry the berries and pop the corn There’s boughs of Pine hung to adorn In darkening days and snow felled form Melted candles and hearths doth warm The harvest is stored and meat be cured Our long laboring days have granted award Of Holiday so loving and blessedly shared We forgive…
A.C. Melody 